For The Love of Money

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Fatima took the baked mac and cheese out of the oven and set it on the counter. X gave her, his house keys so that she could get dinner ready for everybody. That man is so fine but what he can't do? Is cook. She constantly told Zyier that She'd make a great wife one day. Unlike most of the females in her generation, Fatima could cook like them old southern grandmas. "Damn girl! You got it smelling good!!" X said walking into the kitchen and looking around. "Well thank you." She smiled popping his heads before he grabbed a roll. "Oh it's like that? A nigga can't even get a roll?" He asked, she shook her head no and took the apron off. "Everything is done. I'm going to go call Zyier and see where he is. You call Faith." Fatima said grabbing her phone and going to the hubby contact. "Hello? Bae where are you? Well I'm here waiting on you. Don't be too long okay? Promise? Okay. Love you too." she hung up the phone and walked back into the kitchen to see Xavier by the bowl of shrimp scampi. "What you doing?" She scared the hell out of him. He jumped and dropped the fork full of food on the floor. Fatima laughed and walked off. It's about 7:00 and Zyier said he would be there soon. She was really hoping that he came. Faith is on her way." Xavier came walking in to the living room where Fatima was standing. "Cool." She said walking to the dining room to make sure the table and everything was cleaned off.

"The party's here!" Faith's loud mouth rang through the house. "Wait..who? Fatima? Here?" She heard her sister asking, apparently X had just told her that Fatima was there. "Why are you here? I should have known you was when I smelled the food. We both know X can't cook." She said, walking into the dining room." "Girl where the hell you going with that on?" Fatima turned around to see her sister wearing this bad ass pink bodycon dress with nude stilettos. "Damn you fine." She said, looking at her was like looking in a mirror, so if she looked good that meant Fatima looked good. "I kinda thought that this was a personal and private date between I and my mister mister." Faith said sitting down in the chair. "Ha? Is that what he told you? About MY idea?" Fatima laughed and walked off. Here Faith is, in this expensive ass dress, and she was walking around in a hoodie and jeans. "Where is our man?" Faith asked, making Fatima spin around to look at her. "You know that song. My man is my man, is your man, heard it's her man too. Oh relax Fatima!!! I'm just playing damn." Fatima didn't find the shit funny so she kept walking. 'She gon make me cut her ass about my man. That fine ass piece of chocolate belongs to me.' She thought as she heard the door open and men talking.Speaking of her man. She walked into the front room to see him standing there in his true religion gear. Looking all sexy and thuggish. "Hey baby." She sashayed up to him and kissed him on the lips before turning around and walking back to the dining room. She made sure to add a little extra switch to her walk because she knew that he was watching her ass.